On several occasions, he hadstationed his crotch directly in front of my face as he talked to me,intimidatingly close. He was about 55, had graying h...ir, puffy, pink skin.He was about six foot six, and his arms and legs were huge. I often caughtmyself fantasizing about how large his underwear must be (not to mentionhis cock). As a gay boy growing up, he was my figure of dominance wheneverI felt like masturbating. Directly in front of me, and never looking away from my eyes, wasHank. He was. -- a --What is the point? I can't go on like this. He's just saying that he loves me. All he really wants is sex. That's all any man wants. My mother hates me too. She always says cruel things whenever she's visiting. Of course I can't live up to her standards. They're impossible! It's no wonder I got fired, I've been incompetent all my life. I don't know why they hired me in the first place. Judy & Brian think I'm disgusting. I'm so fat it sickens even me when I look in the mirror. The scales. " He doffed his sandals, wriggled his prehensile toes, and leaned over to pick fuzz from between them with his fingers. Shifting his lanky body nonchalantly out of the shirt and shorts, he left on just a pair of Speedo swimming trunks covered in pink flamingoes. He arose, sucking on the lemon ball, and stretched his bent elbows swiftly back and forth. With finality, he tossed his straw hat onto the chair, spat out the ball, and strode to the side of the pool. Peen flipped his hairy legs over. I mean..." Marcy stammered, trying to find the words, knowing none would be sufficient."So," continued Jamal, walking a few steps closer, "I figure that since your husband is screwing my wife, I'd just return the favor."Marcy's mouth dropped open."You... you can't mean that," she cried."Think not?" he asked, moving toward her, cutting her off when she tried to move away."Jamal, I think you'd better leave." Not til I get some White pussy." No, absolutely not!" Don't you say no to me!" he.